Where the Marsh Creek waters meet Courtenay Bay –
Heave her round and let her fly!
The James Smith's yard a keel did lay –
There's no ship here can match her!
She was launched with a groaning thud –
She's like a demon sailing by!
She lay two weeks in the Marsh Creek mud –
There's no ship here can catch her!
Chorus:
And it's Liverpool in fifteen days,
The Seven Seas her name will praise;
The wind in her hair and her sails unfurled,
She's the fastest ship in all the world,
And her name is Marco Polo!
Her keel's all bent, she'll never sail
Heave her round and let her fly!
James Smith's hopes are doomed to fail
There's no ship here can match her!
She's heard the wrath, all the jeers and scorn
She's like a demon sailing by!
From such pain a legend's born
There's no ship here can catch her! (CHO)
To the Black Ball Line she soon was sold.
Heave her round and let her fly!
Australia bound, in search of gold.
There's no ship here can match her!
She was ruled with an iron hand,
She's like a demon sailing by!
When Bully Forbes was in command.
There's no ship here can catch her! (CHO)
Sixty-eight days to Melbourne town;
Heave her round and let her fly!
The waves will echo her renown.
There's no ship here can match her!
She's beaten packets run by steam
She's like a demon sailing by!
From James Smith's hopes to St. John's dream
There's no ship here can catch her! (CHO)
For thirty-two years she ran the tide.
Heave her round and let her fly!
On Cavendish Shoals she finally died.
There's no ship here can match her!
But dreams are much too hard to kill.
She's like a demon sailing by!
The Marco Polo's living still.
There's no ship here can catch her! (CHO)
(Composed by Jim Stewart, © 1988 Jim Stewart, SOCAN,
used with permission.
As recorded on The Marco Polo Suite, EPC-192, © 1988)
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